(no subject)
I caught a glimpse of you on the street today as I drove down Merrimack. It was short and quick, and I wasn't sure if it was just a figment. You were smoking a cigarette and wearing plaid cut off shorts. I turned the car around to make sure I wasn't hallucinating and you were gone.
It was sad. I don't know why I thought it was, but it bothered me. I guess turning the car around to steal another quick glance and seeing nobody there touched a nerve.
Maybe it wasn't even you.
It was sad. I don't know why I thought it was, but it bothered me. I guess turning the car around to steal another quick glance and seeing nobody there touched a nerve.
Maybe it wasn't even you.